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One for the more vanilla folks!

Brandon slid his jockstrap down his bubble butt, and I watched eagerly as the band slid lower until they fell to his ankles and he stepped out. 

"I'm so fucking tired bro" he groaned, cupping his junk as he turned back to me "and Bethany is begging me to take her to dinner tonight". 

"Dude" I laughed, hiding my erection under the bedsheet "you're nineteen, just tell her you're busy". 

"When you reach my age" the handsome athlete growled "you'll understand that in life, you have commitments!" 

"Oh shut up you moron" I scoffed "I'm one year younger than you". 

He laughed to himself as he walked from the room and into the shower. Holy fuck he was amazing. 

We'd been sharing a dorm since we started college, and as far as Brandon could tell, I was like a little brother to him. A very straight, very masculine little brother. Nobody in my life, not even my parents, knew my secret. 

I liked it like that. It allowed me opportunities like this, where my roommate was happy to parade around completely naked with the knowledge that we were simply 'bros'. 

I squeezed my seven incher through my bottoms and relaxed my head on the pillow. If Brandon did end up taking his girlfriend out tonight, I knew I'd blow at least three loads while inhaling the scent from his underwear. 

The bathroom door opened again and I pretended to be scrolling on my phone. 

"Does this look stupid?" He asked, holding a red and green shirt up to his beautifully toned midriff, whilst his long, uncut cock dangled below it. 

"Yes" I replied honestly "do you want her to dump you?" 

He scowled at me before turning around and giving me the perfect view of his plump ass. 

"How about this one?" He asked, holding a white shirt now. 

"It's better" I nodded, and returned to my phone, only glancing back up when he turned around. 

The tall, well built, dark featured football player was easily one of the most handsome men I knew, and he fuelled almost all of my wanks. 

I continued to steal glances at his naked body as he shuffled around the dorm room. 

"You know what" he said eventually, sinking into one of the chairs and spreading his legs apart so that his long cock hung over his large, full balls. 

"I'm gonna tell her I cant make it" he said "I'm fucking exhausted". 

I shrugged, disappointed that my planned jerking session was now ruined, but happy that I could likely get a bit longer out of staring at Brandon's nakedness. 

He text her from the chair, giving me ample opportunity to become fully stiff whilst staring back and forth and then grinned. 

"What are you so happy about?" I asked, pulling my eyes away before he could catch me. 

"I just remembered something" he beamed, standing up and walking toward his own messy bed, before pulling the covers off entirely. 

I watched him curiously as he pulled off his shirt and stood butt naked once again. 

"You" he said, pointing back to me "you told me you used to give your brother massages after practice". 

I nodded, a spark of pleasure bursting through my rod. 

"So come on" he said, jumping onto his stomach on the bed "my back is fucking killing". 

"Get fucked" I scoffed, I needed to play this carefully. 

"Aw come on bro" he groaned, slamming his legs against the bed like a toddler having a tantrum. 

"I'd do it for you!" 

"No you wouldn't" I laughed

"Well, that's only because I can't give massages, if I could, I would!" 

I rolled my eyes, quickly reaching into my wet underwear and adjusting my raging boner so that Brandon wouldn't notice, and stood up. 

"Fine" I said, as though this was something that wasn't making me dizzy with arousal. 

I walked toward his naked body. Sure, I'd seen him naked a thousand times, but never before had I touched him. 

"There's oil in the locker" he said, nodding toward the bedside table. 

"What the fuck do you have oil for?" I asked, curiously. 

"Have you ever tried to do anal with no lube?" He asked seriously, and my eyes widened. 

"Uh..." 

"She's as tight as a garden hose, dude" he laughed 

"You've fucked her here?" 

"Bro, I've fucked her while you've been sleeping right there" he scoffed. 

I knew that already, because I hadn't been sleeping at all. 

"You're a sick man" I sighed, and squirted the oil down his tanned spine. 

Brandon groaned and nestled his head in the crook of his arm. I could feel my rod spewing pre-cum, and I reached out and pushed my palms into his warm flesh. 

"Aw fuck yeah, bro" he gasped, and I felt like cumming immediately. 

"I need to... I'm gonna need to sit on you" I half laughed, feeling rather stupid and expecting Brandon to tell me to get lost. 

"Do whatever you have to, dude" he groaned. 

I took a breath and straddled my naked best friend. I was sitting just below his plump buns, staring at them as I drove my hands up his spine and listened to him moan. 

This would be the only opportunity I would ever get, and my cock was driving my brain. I slid my wet, slippery hands back down until I reached his waist, and slightly further again. His cheeks tensed. 

"You be careful down there" he laughed into his arm. 

I went up again, kneading his back and feeling him loosen more with each passing second. 

"Fuck, you're really good at this" he gasped, as a shiver ran through him. 

I had to be careful that my prominent erection didn't touch off him as I leaned over his naked body and gripped his thick, muscular shoulders. He moaned again. 

Brandon's back was now fully slick with oil, giving him a mouth watering appearance, as on and on it went. 

I ran my hands down his sides again, purposely going too far until my palms rested on his ass cheeks. He didn't clench this time, he didn't do a thing. 

"Sorry" I mumbled, but he groaned back instead. 

Once more, with more purpose this time. I cupped his cheeks gently, spreading oil onto them and circling my hands around each of them. 

"That feels so good" he breathed, and my trousers now showed a dark wet patch. 

I stared down at his ass, my hands continuing to massage him deeply, and then I prised them apart, not wide enough for him to notice, but wide enough for me to catch a glimpse of his beautiful, pink hole. 

One touch is all it would have taken for me to blow my load, but I composed myself and continued. 

"Wanna turn over?" I asked, surprising even myself with my forwardness. 

I expected him to laugh, or to tell me to fuck off, but he simply slid his naked body underneath me, as I quickly adjusted my cock once more. 

His rod was flaccid, but still quite large as it hung limply across his groin. His heavy balls pulled themselves down between his muscular thighs. 

With more oil, I trailed my hands over his firm pecs, thumbing them deeply as he closed his eyes and sighed with relief. 

I slid my wet hands under his arms, rubbing him firmly, and then slowly down his sides once more. 

He was glistening now, like a Roman god, as I worked his body. I felt as hypnotised as he seemed to be, but I needed to try it, just once. 

Lower I went, feeling his individual abs as I palmed my way further. I reached his waistline, and glanced up at him. 

Brandon's eyes were closed, and he looked peaceful as I paused. Had he fallen asleep? If so, the whole thing would have to be over. 

"Why did you stop?" He almost cried, and a smile crossed my face. 

"Sorry" I whispered, moving my hands across the area just above his groin. 

His soft moans told me all I needed to know. I gently and slowly slid lower, feeling the bristles of his shaved pubes beneath my oily fingers and the warmth radiating from his cock. 

If he wanted to stop me, he'd had plenty of chances by now. I had to do it, I had to at least try. 

I ran my hand over his pole, and a soft gasp escaped his lips. 

I stared at him, waiting for an explosive reaction, but he simply covered his face with his arm and relaxed further. 

My eyes were wide and my heart was hammering inside as I swept over his flaccid meat again. I went slower this time, feeling his glans under his wet foreskin and almost orgasming myself. 

He moaned slightly louder, and his cock twitched. 

This was crazy. It felt like a dream, and yet I knew that it was happening. I took a breath and slowly closed my fingers around his flesh, feeling the heat as it stiffened further. 

"Fuck" he gasped as I watched in awe. 

His cock hardened further, growing to at least eight inches as I held the base and began to slide my hand up it. 

Brandon was allowing me to jerk him off, and I'd never been as horny in my life. Further up his shaft I went, until I felt his helmet underneath. I slid it back down, revealing the bulbous, pink head as it became wet with oil. 

Brandon was breathing heavily now as I moved back down his long, veiny shaft. It was a perfect cock, and one that I never wanted to release. 

"Faster" he moaned, and I obeyed. 

My hand pumped quicker, sloshing up and down as oil mixed with pre-cum and drenched his throbbing cock. 

I was still in shock as I wanked my roommate. His tool was swelling and spilling his juices down my fingers as I pleasured him. It was easily the best experience of my life. 

I grasped him harder, feeling his veins bulge as I did, and jerked him fast, then slow. 

"Holy fuck, bro" he groaned, his large muscular hips thrusting into my wet, slippery hand. 

My mouth watered as I watched his helmet punch up through my fist and slide out the top. 

As Brandon fucked my hand, and I wanked his cock, we found a perfect rhythm and his moans turned more intense. 

I could see beads of sweat on his slick chest and watched as he grasped the pillow behind him, squeezing his fingers into it. 

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum" he breathed. 

I jerked him hard, the sound filling the room as his tool began to twitch in my grasp. 

"Oh shit" he moaned, his large chest rising and falling rapidly. 

I took his balls in my other hand, I had to make the most of this. I played with them individually, and held them softly as they began to contract in my hand. 

He was breathing even faster now, and whimpering in sync, and then he moaned loudly and bucked his hips. 

A thick rope of cum burst from his swollen cock head and splashed across his chest as he gasped. Another one, even larger than the first, squirted up his pec, streaking white along his tanned skin. 

More seed pulsed from him, pooling in his bellybutton until it began to spill down my hand which continued to milk him. 

"Holy shit dude" he said breathlessly "I... That... What..." 

I got up from him, hornier than I had ever been in my life as I held my hand away from view. I needed to get to the bathroom and taste the gift that Brandon had so kindly given me. 

He lay there, panting and covered in thick splashes of hot sperm before finally opening his eyes and staring at me. 

Was he going to be angry at me? Or worse? 

"Thanks" he mouthed, still breathless as he looked down at his drenched body. 

"Wanna clean it up?" He asked, a sly grin spreading across his handsome face. 

I stepped toward him instantly as he looked down at the mess. 

"One thing though" he said seriously, glancing up at me "you didn't give your brother that type of massage, did you?" 

I smirked at him as I began to lap up his mess.